Tall bedroom,
Grandmother walls blue in shadow,
Tin roof rain,
White noise of childhood sleep.
Gardenias deep
Upon the windowsill,
Caress the air with their wet
Perfume,
And make rest all the sweeter.
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Merrymaking at the Masquerade
About Me
- Karin
- I am an archeologist and librarian. I have also worked as a freelance translator. Currently I dedicate my time to creating poems and songs. I speak, read and write Spanish fluently and have had instruction in Latin, French, German and Mandarin. I enjoy traveling and have had the opportunity to visit parts of Central and South America, Europe, and Asia and to live in the Republic of Panama and the United Kingdom.
This is a beautiful poem. More, please! With love, Geoffrey
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